You can tell me to shut up because, as a mother of three girls, you want me to know that “there’s nothing terrifying about teaching them how to handle advances, and how not to get knocked up in the first place.”

Because, you know, “good” girls never get assaulted or raped.

You can cover every available square inch of “public way” in our city with signs promoting a megalomaniacal sexual predator, tacitly endorsing his vicious plans to relocate five million peaceful men, women and children at gunpoint.

And you won’t go to jail.

The gestapo won’t show up at your house. The KGB won’t send you to gulag.

You’re safe.

And don’t worry.

You’ll continue to reap the material benefits of hundreds of years of imperialistic slavery and nonstop pillaging of the natural world.

The government won’t disturb your sheltered, entitled white life.

They won’t disturb mine either.

But, remember, the first amendment also protects my right as a private citizen to say that I wish you wouldn’t do those things.

It protects my right to challenge you, question you and do everything I can to hold you, and every other asshole in our society, as accountable as possible.